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And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
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Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers.
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Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
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All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
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I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
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Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
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I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.
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I'll be at charges for a looking-glass And entertain a score or two of tailors To study fashions to adorn my body: Since I am crept in favor with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost.
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If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
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At once, good night- Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
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How my achievements mock me!
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IAGO: She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay, Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,' She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly, She that in wisdom never was so frail To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following and not look behind, She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- DESDEMONA: To do what? IAGO: To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
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I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
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Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.
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May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Environ you till mischief and despair Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves.
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It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
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Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
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Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.